No More Pain For This Villain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She jammed a foot against the side of his knee. It snapped, his leg bending in a way no human or werewolf would wish to see…or feel. Hassan instantly let her go, dropping to the floor and yelling in pain, crafting and sprouting disturbing curses at Celia. He was half–sitting, half–lying down, his head looking up and his face distorted in pain. It seemed like the perfect position for a hard punch, so Celia did it. She put all her frustration into that one punch. She heard a snap, then Hassan dropped to the floor, unconscious.

"Teach him a lesson for me, would you, he doesn't know the correct respect one should have in my presence. And his face just rubs me the wrong way." His men then bowed their heads in understanding and put away their guns to approach him. He hoped that this meant that he could make it out alive compared to a bullet in between his eyes. In seconds, the men were on him. They got right to work beating the crap out of him. Everywhere they hit made him feel like they were using an iron rod. It was so painful he had no breath to spare to scream. He tried resisting, but the more he resisted, the more painful it would become. By the time they were done, he felt half dead and was hoping they would jus

She was defenseless against me. "No, Scarlett," I sneered, my voice oozing with malice. "There is no salvation for you. The power you possess is too great, too dangerous. I am the only one who can rid the world of this threat." As I prepared to deliver the final blow, a sudden, searing pain erupted from my back. I roared in agony, my eyes widening in shock and fury. How dare someone interrupt my moment of triumph? An arrow had struck me, its impact sending shockwaves through my body.

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Then felt my eyes sting as I let out a soft laugh. I looked into his deep, steady eyes and saw myself reflected there, clear and unwavering. “Edwin, I love you too.” In my mind, the final golden comment drifted slowly across: [Congratulations on rewriting your ending. The villainess has risen. The devoted lover wins his girl. Wishing Yuna and Edwin a lifetime of happiness together.]

he shouted at me, his glare turning hotter by the second. I shook my head. I couldn't do this. I couldn't put him through so much pain. "Stop being such a fucking coward and using my pain as an excuse to stop," he glared at me. "I am not a coward," I said through clenched teeth. "You are. Like all other werewolves. Too scared to change. Too scared to do anything worthwhile. I should've known you're too much of a scaredy cat to go through with it," he said, slowly getting up from the ground now that the pain was reducing.

She scrambled to her feet instantly. He walked closer to her and held her chin with his hands, he punched her chin so hard that her eyes watered from the pain. "Do you know how much I love and cherish my sister?" he asked menacingly. Ava kept quiet. "I love her very much, she is the most precious part of my life. You hurt her and I can never forgive you for that. You might be my mate but I will never acknowledge you, I will never accept you and I will never love you." He told her. Ava felt a painful jolt in her heart when she heard these words.

I lowered my gaze at him in shock. Surprisingly, Damian was not mad at all. He was supposed to be the sweetest, most well-mannered crybaby. System kept urging me to unleash torture. The point was to make him cry. Once I was done with the final scene, I would go back to my world as a billionaire. Steeling myself, I whacked a rope hard against Damian’s chest. “The treatment is exclusive to you. I love you the most.” “Snap!” The sound was crisp and sharp.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

Yanking off his nail, I lifted that closer to his eyes, still stuck in pliers, “It is necessary. Not for me. Not for her. But for every other woman you were planning to molest in the future.” His eyes were red. A messy mixture of tears, saliva, and snot streamed down his face as he choked, “I won’t. I promise, I won’t.” I let out a low amusing chuckle, “Of course, you won’t. Because now whenever you’d even think about it, this pain,” I paused to yank the fourth nail off, “you’ll remember this pain.” His screams turned quiet. His eyes fluttered close. His mind shut down as his body refused to feel any more pain.